All characters are fictional and above the age of 18. This is a story about a sexual encounter between family members. If this is not your cup of tea, please choose a different story. Thanks and please be respectful with constructive comments only.
After the untimely passing of Uncle Jim, Aunt Kamryn had to get a job. She had been a homemaker since marrying my dad's brother, her world turned upside down in the blink of an eye. Not having much real world work experience, her options were limited.
Not really wanting to do house cleaning or in-home care for the elderly, she ran through the various options with her close friend May. You see, May had been in a similar situation and seemed to survive since the passing of her husband several years back.
"May, what is your secret?" Kamryn inquired. "How were you able to make ends meet after Bill passed?"
May might have appeared to be able to make ends meet without working; however, she held a secret that she never let Kamryn know about. May had started working at a massage parlor when the life insurance money ran out.
"I'm sorry to break it to you Kamryn, but I have been working evenings to make ends meet." May went on to explain how she took up becoming a masseuse and only needs to work three days a week to live comfortably.
Why she did not ever let me know, Kamryn thought. "What... really!" Kamryn was in shock. "But how can you make enough in three days..." she trailed off as the reality of it hit her. "May, don't say you..." again, she could not finish her sentence.
"Oh Kamryn, it's not like you think..." she started to say before stopping. "Ok, yes I give pleasure to random men and get paid well," May admitted to.
May and Kamryn talked for hours that day. Kamryn continually questioning May about the ins and outs of being a masseuse.
Several weeks later Kamryn gave up on finding work that she could live comfortably on, given her lack of qualifications. She contacted her good friend May and asked for a favor, "Can you teach me how to become a masseuse and help me find a place to work?"
"Absolutely sweetheart," May consoled her. "As a matter of fact, we have an opening where I work." Fast forward several months, and Aunt Kamryn is back on her feet and thriving well.
Aunt Kamryn or Kam as she preferred was not my blood relative. Growing up I believe I had the typical fantasies of fucking almost every female relative I had, including my own mother. Hormones always pushed me to have wild fantasies, but there was always that tinge of guilt that would surface after blowing my load. This was never the case with Kam.
I never had a problem getting laid growing up. I had my fair share of girlfriends, as well as one night stands once I became of age and able to visit the bar scene. So not once did I ever think about needing to pay for sex or visit the rub and tug places assumedly scattered about town.
That feeling changed once I learned Aunt Kam was working as a masseuse. Having accidently overheard Kam confiding in mom one afternoon. The devious thoughts came flooding in, if I had any chance what so ever now was the time. I just had to find out where she worked and pay this place a visit.
Over the next several weeks of being a sleuth, I finally found out where she worked and set a plan in motion. Having researched what to expect at a massage parlor and how to make it known I was there for the extras without being kicked out if they did not. Not sure if this was one of those rub and tug places, but I was down to try it nonetheless.
Arriving at the parlor and noticing my aunt's car in the parking lot, now was my chance. Walking in the shop my nerves were off the charts. There was an older Asian woman that walked out and greeted me with a thick accent. From what I could tell, she asked me how long, so I said one hour. Waving her hand to follow her, she led me to a room and instructed to get undressed.
If my research was right, here is where I can let it be known what I want. Completely undressing I laid face down without covering myself with the provided sheet. Instead, I placed the sheet on the nearby table that included various bottles of oil and a box of Kleenex. The room was dimly lit, coupling that with my face buried in the cut out on the table, there was no way anyone would recognize me.
Research proved that the best results came from positioning my cock pointing downwards and legs spread wide, but keeping my feet on the table. At least that is what people reported on a web forum I found. So here I am, fully exposed, hoping not to embarrass myself and be kicked out for indecent exposure.
Laying there in wait, my heart was racing uncontrollably and looking like the biggest pervert if this turns out to be a legit parlor. Nervously waiting. Then the door opened and I briefly stop breathing.
"Hi sweetie," greeted by a familiar sexy voice. Yes, it is Aunt Kam!
"Hello," I respond. Masking my voice hoping she does not recognize me.
"Hmmmm, someone looks excited to see me," Kam comments while her hand trails up my inner thigh grazing the back of my freshly shaved ball sack. Shivers sent down my spine. My head is spinning. I cannot believe I have hit the jackpot, with the plan working flawlessly so far. If I can just remain calm, hopefully the rest will fall into place. This is going to be as hard as my cock currently is.
There is something about the pressure of laying on my stomach with it facing downward that is exciting enough, now add a lifelong fantasy in the flesh and it'll be all I can do to not prematurely blow my load.
No other words are spoken as my aunt starts what appears to be a normal massage. She started on my back and worked the knots in my shoulders. My mind starts to think it was just a tease when she entered, for this is has to be a professional massage, and not what I envisioned in a rub and tug shop.
Those thoughts vanished as soon as she started working her way down. While massaging my lower back she also started kneading my glutes. Her movements changed to a swiping motion causing my ass cheeks to separate on each stroke. Her thumbs grazing my rosebud on the downward motion sending shivers up my spine each time.
"Mmmm," escaped from deep inside me. This is a new sensation that I never thought I would enjoy. My cock is throbbing and precum started leaking onto the table beneath me.
Kam shifted and started working my lower legs. By the way her hands felt she must be positioned near my feet. This felt wonderful and allowed me time to calm down, or so I thought.
One at a time, she start works the back of my legs. Starting at my calves running her hands up my leg using both hands doing an upward stoke towards the bottom of my ass. Thumbs pressing on the back on my leg, then widening her hands for the downward stoke. Each time her hands go wider until she is running the back of her hand along the length of my shaft.
An uncontrolled moan escapes me, to which she asked, "You like that?"
"Yes," I hiss as she does it again, but this time her hand turned over so I feel her finger nails scraping the underside of my overly sensitive cock causing me to raise my ass.
"Bad boy wants me to massage this," while slapping my ass with one hand and grabbing my cock with the other.
I am completely at a loss for words. This is exactly where I wanted to be but cannot manage to respond.
Kam starts stroking my cock and my ass involuntarily raises higher off the table to give her all the room she needs. Continuing this for some time, driving me closer to the edge. "Okay sweetie, it's time to turn over," she instructs while giving my cock a squeeze to curb my impending orgasm.
The time of truth is here. What will she do when she recognizes me?
My aunt's hand finds its way back onto my cock before I even am turned over. Settling back onto the table our eyes lock for the first time.
"James!" she screeches while involuntarily squeezing my cock.
